March 18, 2013
Chilled to the
bone, to the ankle bone as a matter of fact.
Working the
system-healthcare, job search, car insurance and licensing, coordinating cell
phone contacts, navigating with GPS woman (and arguing with her when she
becomes insistent!)
Doubts, worries,
frustrations, considerations, alternatives, and overload. My mind constantly
works at translating from Portuguese to English. Forgetting words in my native
language since I have not utilized it extensively for such a long time is ravaging
my brain. It is a constant comparison between there and here, here and there. I
love to share the experiences as the memories pop into my head, joggled by
similarities with people, events, handling
of money, shopping, brushing my teeth, turning on the water faucet, driving
down the road, a change of clothes, barking dogs. The present moment of the
past drift away as the deep tan fades.
An alarm goes off
to remind me of places I need to be, people to connect with, list of to dos,
keys to carry, and links to follow for the next step in my life is such a far
cry from where I was four short days ago wearing simple flip flops, a swimsuit
and sarong. In a real bed, versus twin-sized blown up mattress or child’s lumpy
bed with numerous stuffed toys glaring down at me, I can hardly sleep for the
memories and what is next on my path. A dichotomy of cultures to divide my
heart and dreams.
The 2014 World Cup
plans spiral around with promise of days plotting a course of planes, trains,
buses, automobiles and soccer (futbol) games!
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